For the rest of the day, Raoul forced Christine to stay inside the house.
"You might over exert yourself." Raoul smiled at her, attempting to be understanding. Christine tried reading, but could only endure an hour of it before becoming incredible bored.
"There's nothing to do in this stupid house." Christine exclaimed angrily, before throwing her book angrily on the floor. She crossed her arms, and forced herself to keep her mind off of this mornings events.
"It might not have been Erik." She tried to tell herself. But deep down inside her, Christine hoped that it was Erik singing to her off in the shadows. Back in the days when he was Christine's angel of music, he had always stirred emotions in her that Raoul never could. But before she could continue thinking of Erik, Raoul burst into their room, singing wildly.
"Raoul what are you- oh my god what are you wearing?" Christine asked looking up at Raoul. "I don't know whether to laugh or throw up." Raoul was wearing no shirt, but he had tight blue shorts on.
"I know a way to lift your spirits honey." Raoul grunted, thrusting his hips wildly in Christine's direction. He jumped onto the bed, and put his hands on Christine's shoulders.
"Don't tell me you don't want this." He stood straight up, and started peeling his shorts off. "Bam chinky bam bam." He started chanting.
"Oh my god!" Christine said, looking disgusted, covering her eyes as fast as she could. "I'm really not in the mood for that Raoul. I'll be back later tonight." And without opening her eyes, she ran blindly out of the room.
"No Christine!" Raoul hollered, dropping to his knees. "You're killing me! Ah well." He said dejectedly, looking at the floor. "I might as well get to know my hand better."
Christine fairly ran out of the house, and started walking in no particular direction. She shivered and wrapped her arms around her, trying to give herself some warmth.
"Christine." Someone whispered her name.
Christine gasped, turned around to face a man hiding in the shadows.
"Erik?" She leaned in, trying to catch a glimpse of the man's face.
"Yes it is I Christine." Erik stepped into the light, and held his hand out to Christine. "Come with me Christine, forget all your worries for just one night, and follow me."
For a moment, Christine thought of Raoul's face, but immediately discarded it.
"I miss my angel of music." She said smiling, and grabbed Erik's hand. Erik quickly gave himself a congratulatory high-five, and led her to the path of the Opera Populaire. He brought her down into his lair, walking down the passages that she once knew so well.
"I haven't been able to write music since you've left me." Erik said, turning around to face her. Forcing down feelings she didn't quite understand, Christine gently stroked his face, and slowly put her head against his strong chest. Erik wrapped his arms around her, and smiled to himself. "It's seducing time."
After quickly rejecting the idea to play the song 'That's the way Uh huh uh huh I like it', Erik decided on the good old fashion method of singing.
"Past the point of no return - no backward glances: the games we've played till now are at an end . . ." Erik sang softly, running his hands through Christine's hair.
"Uh, I have a question." Christine said, breaking from Erik's grasp.
"One final question?" Erik asked, putting his hands on his hips.
"Well no, I mean you already sang this song to me last year, couldn't you come up with another song?"
"Hmmph" Erik said, looking pissed. He turned away, and started to walk away.
"Not that it's a bad song." Christine quickly said, rushing to Erik's side. "It's a very sexy song. In fact, I find it a turn on." Erik turned around, and placed his hands around Christine's waist.
Christine closed her eyes, and allowed Erik to lift up her chin, and kiss her softly on her lips. Christine felt a burst of desire that Raoul had never been able rouse up inside her. She wrapped her arms around Erik's neck, and arched her back as he started to kiss her neck.
"No, no." Christine said, tearing herself out of Erik's grasp with difficulty. "We can't do this, I'm married."
"Oh o.k." Erik replied, looking slightly disappointed. "I won't force you to do something you don't want to do." He turned around, and grinned to himself. He began counting softly to himself. " In 3..2...1-"
"Oh what the hell." Christine said, and fairly jumped into Erik's muscular arms. He grinned, and tried to cover the fact that Christine was a bit heavy to carry. When they got to his magnificent swan bed, Erik happily dropped Christine.
"Ooh." Erik groaned, feeling his biceps. "I am going to ache tomorrow!" He smirked down at Christine, who was having fun playing with one of the red tassels that was attached to one of his pillows. "What sweet seduction lies before us?" He asked, before clapping twice, making all the candles extinguish, sending his lair into darkness.
"Christine!" Meg hissed, throwing tiny rocks at what she hoped was Christine's window. Before she could throw another rock, Raoul's head emerged from the window, holding a glass of wine.
"What the hell are you doing?" He asked Meg.
"I want to talk to Christine." Meg answered, dropping the handful of rocks onto the ground.
"So use the door! Why are you throwing rocks at the windows, what are you twelve?" Raoul asked, shaking his glass of wine. When he found it empty, he let it drop ten feet onto the grass.
"So where is she?" Meg asked, dragging her toe across Raoul's front lawn.
"How should I know? She ran off somewhere, doing something or someone."
"Oh. Can I come in?" Meg asked shyly.
"Yea, sure, whatever." Raoul muttered, letting out a huge burp. When Raoul met Meg at the door, for a split second he saw Erik standing in the doorway.
"Whoa, I really must be wasted." He murmured, stepping to one side, giving Meg room to walk in. "C'mon in, let's get this party started and what not." He grabbed a case of whiskey off a counter, and started walking back up to his room.